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Stevie Wright, the pop star, is sitting on the edge of his bed, facing a blank television screen. The lights are out and the curtains, as always, are drawn. There is a gentle illumination in the room from the dim, red glow of the radiator at Stevie's feet. The only sound is the whir of the fan on the bedside table. Next to the fan is a needle, used.His bottle is next to the radiator. His bucket is next to the bottle. Everything left in the life of Stephen Carlton Wright is within his reach: heat, cold, darkness, dim light, anaesthetic, sickness and a show that won't come back on.In the mid 1960s, Little Stevie Wright was the brightest star Australia had ever seen. Thirty years later, author Jack Marx found him destitute among the ruins of his life. Sorry: The Wretched Tale of Little Stevie Wright is two stories.One is a parable of the man who had it all and lost. The other is a warning about getting close to our idols.
